I’d cut through the pasture
On my way to the pool
Every day in my summers
Of youth

Dirt path worn firm
That was slick after rain
In grass as high as
my belly

​It shaved blocks off my trip
To the pool and back home
Time that I needed
To swim.

Breath in the sky
The stars
The moon

Light your darkness
With a smile
From the glee

Of distant thunder
And flashes low and thin
On the prairie horizon

Where dark meet dark
And the night air’s
Electric pulse
Sends an invitation
​
To find a place
Of dry warm solitude
Before the Gods
Shake the earth with rain.